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It's something special  Between what you and I have. The bond that enlightens me And I know you see it, too.   Funny how you and I were once strangers 
Your striking blue eyes Pierce anyone that dares stray near your territory   Your gay, uncaring smile That is not only contagious but gets you out of trouble   Your strong, echoing voice
My first taste of freedom was in dorm Locked up indoors previously my norm Naively thinking I could live anew Yet wasted was my time being spent indoors My heart wants change but my mind loudly snores
Sometimes when I think to myself "Is the Golden Rule just there to be threre?" Because I scrath my head and wonder... Aren't humans a race? Culture is what makes us different.
I was riddled with anxiety on the fist day, Unsure of who to speak to, or what to say. I was afraid of the world, and the people around, Unsure of my place, I was lost, afraid to be found.
Relationships strong like barbwire. People say trust no one but that’s no way to live.
The time we spend with ourselves when living in a community full of so much. The money we try to save towards spending on the next new thing. The work we put into not working at all
She told me we were forever.  She told me she would never leave. She even told me that we would stay together because I was tw baby with a mistaken name.
the bonds hold me chain me to the icy stone locked away underground forever forgotten forever alone
when we laugh we cryinto a comic slow motion we controlwhat molds peaceinto a letter. what touch soon growsattached to the soulelectricity
We were supposed to be clouds that traveled the world. However it seems the wind has Pushed us in different directions.
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